A Lucky Man Is Rarer Than A

There's No Effrontery Like That Of A Woman Caught In The Act; Her Very Guilt Inspires Her With Wrath And Insolence.

Every Man's Credit Is Proportioned To The Money Which He Has In His Chest. [lat., Quantum Quisque Sua Nummorum Condit In Area, Tantum Habet Et Fidei.]

All Wish To Know, But Few The Price Will Pay.

No One Ever Suddenly Became Depraved.

The Smell Of Money Is Good, Come Whence It May. [alluding To Vespasian's Tax On Ordure.]